Lest Anyone Think I Have my $%!# Together …

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After 16-plus months, I've managed to cobble together a day-to-day routine that hopefully gives the impression that I'm semi-pulled-together.

But bump one little cog in the proverbial wheel of my day, and my pulled-together facade crumbles faster than you can say, "Hey, you're running 20 minutes late!"

Bridal Market—the wedding industry's answer to Fashion Week—kicks off this week. Which means I'm attending no less (and some days more) than three fashion shows a day through next Monday. (Yes, including Saturday and Sunday.)

So how's that working out for me?

Well, my family started our day today when Emmett woke us up at 8:14. Of course Rory is supposed to be out the door at 8:00 with Emmett in tow. It's been downhill from there.

I thought I'd made up for a few minutes by mentally planning my outfit while walking home from dropping off Emmett at his nanny share. But when I got home, the jacket I had built my outfit around was nowhere to be found.